Two of the Indian squad's Conquerors, enveloped in a nebulous haze, entered into their frenzied state. One had the ability of electrocardiogenic shock, his eyes scanning the battlefield. Any survivors caught in his gaze would immediately feel a palpitation. Dozens of milliamps of current spread across their skin, numbing their bodies, rendering them almost out of control. Vague demonic figures floated in front of them, screaming to devour their souls.
The other man opened his mouth and spat out a fist-sized blue sphere towards the sky. Like a spinning merry-go-round, it rotated again and again, with crescent-shaped wind blades shooting out. In an instant, hundreds of them were released like a machine gun firing.
Boom, boom, boom, these half-metre long wind blades, shimmered in the sunlight with a half-transparent gloss. When they hit the ground, due to their incredible speed, they kicked up clouds of dust and created pockmarked traces.
